That night Bill called. “It’s done,” he told Frank. “Aaron and I are officially registered.”
Despite expecting this, there was a spike in Frank’s anxiety level. It took a second before he was able to respond. “That’s great. How does it feel?”
“Good, scary. I can’t believe I’m this close to actually fulfilling the dream I’ve had since I was a kid. Do you know what the odds are of doing that?”
“Pretty high, I’d guess.”
“About one in ten thousand! That’s about the same odds as being struck by lightning in your lifetime.”
Frank smiled. “I’m proud of you. Bet your parents are, too.”
“My mom is. I guess my dad would be. He died in Afghanistan when I was just a kid.”
Frank was stunned. This admission on Bill’s part gave him the sudden realization he knew next to nothing about the man he lo
